keeping perspective...

Put a fork in me. I'm done. I can adorn the name "Debbie Downer" or "Eyore" or "Pessimistic Peggy". I officially loathe winter.

I am a huge advocate of keeping life in perspective; maintaining a balance; utilizing the strengths and defeating the negative.

I officially have failed. The test can be over. I admit defeat.

I awoke to my radio this morning as the DJ repeatedly instilled the word 'warm' in my brain. "There is a warm up, folks. Today will be in the 20's."

I don't know what your body tempature does when calculating the degree of 20 but mine does not fair well.

While processing the weather and excitement of the potential of sun and trying to pick out my waredrobe for the day (wondering if I could bust out the flip-flops and mini-skirt) I bit the dust.

Once AGAIN my forehead encountered the bathroom tile only to fabricate a huge goose egg above my right eye.

I settled for three layers, a scarf and corduroys while attempting to ice the "bump" with frozen peas and brush my teeth.

It was at this point that I had to remind myself of keeping things in perspective...20 degrees IS warmer than a windchill of -11. And the goose egg on my forehead is not even close to the injuries I've sustained. The show must go on.

But Debbie Downer still hates winter. And Eyore is going crazy watching Delsie stare out the front window. Pessemistic Peggy is sick of being cold.

I guess it's all relative.

The snow will melt and this body will be made new...oh, what a glorious day that will be! (on both accounts)